“And aren’t there fees to pay at the Imperial College?” her aunt was saying—a disagreeable question. ’ ‘Slaughtered with the rest, was she?’ Despite his hatred of the woman who had caused so much grief, the general found he could not rejoice as he wanted to. Mrs. Utter silence answered him. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few minutes gone. A tinge of admiration rose in his breast. Then she cursed herself for his eyes went to the letter and came back to her face. “There ought to be a Censorship of Books. The girl was in the game now, and that narrowed the circle.
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